At shore’s edge
2006
The poems they
shiver imperceptibly
on the shore,
stare mute into rain.
strain to catch a
word in the wind.
Given that home is
choice, no Poseidon
binds or buffets,
no witch enthralls,
the poems,
their skirts wet
against their calves,
cannot imagine themselves
Penelopes,
nor the sandy crystals
between their toes
an Ithaca.